Here is something a bit more epic from the Oh So Prolific One (OSPO), Leon Freilich

HARK, HARK, OK TO PARK

Seeing spots before your eyes?
If you own a car, they’re a prize,
Each a space where you can dock
Sans the need to check the clock.
This year rest, enjoy your slumber:
Parking yeses have risen in number.
Now they’re up to forty-five,
Luscious days, no need to drive
Round the block, the nabe, the borough
Searching madly, crazy-thorough,
Bye to early rising–kick it!–
Windshield wiper sports no ticket.
Of the parking holidays
Twenty-eight (the Lord to praise)
Are religious, across the board,
Good behavior brings reward,
Touching every major group
Making up New York’s rich soup;
All Saints’ Day and Yom Kippur,
Good Friday and Eid ul-Fitr,
Holy Thursday, Simchas Torah,
Passover and Eid ul-Adha.
Best of all, what could be sweeter,
On six Legals forget the meter.
For the parker, a year of thriving;
Only headache: city driving.